Chapter Two Hundred and Thirty ThreeFrom the balcony, the view was clear, calm in a way that didn’t demand anything from anyone standing there.Damien leaned slightly against the railing, his gaze fixed ahead, but not really focused on anything specific. Beside him, Richard Greyson sat comfortably, one arm resting on the chair, watching his son in that knowing way he always did when Damien was trying to sort through something he couldn’t easily say out loud.For a while, neither of them spoke.Damien exhaled slowly before finally breaking it.“She listened, Dad,” he said, his voice calm but carrying something deeper beneath it. “But you know that look… when someone has already made peace with letting you go.”He paused briefly, his eyes lowering for a second before lifting again toward the city.“That’s what she gave me.”Richard didn’t respond immediately. He studied Damien for a moment, taking in not just what he said, but how he said it.“You handled it well,” he said after a whil
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